This Love (Paige Bueckers)

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narrative and insta

lillian pov

"it's honestly really weird without Iris here," I say to Alice.

"yeah," she responds. "but it's also kind of nice not having to hear about Paige all the time."

"true," I laugh.

"what time does our shift end?" she asks.

"we've got like 20 minutes," I look at my watch.

"do you wanna come to my house after?" she asks.

"we have dinner with the smiths tonight," I tell her.

"I wonder what we'll do until then," she takes a step toward me.

"wha-" I start. "do you think we're allowed to leave early?"

"maybe," she smiles.

"everyone is out of town anyway," I point out.

"we're leaving," she starts to walk out.

"Alice!" I laugh.

"let's go," she grabs my hand.

we arrive at Alice's house.

"do you want food?" she asks me as I close the door.

"you," I say before pushing her down on the couch.

"woah," Alice laughs. "that's some top energy right there."

"what if im a top?" I point out.

"we both know that isn't true," she laughs, flipping us over so that she's on top. "plus, I love that taste of you and don't think I'll ever be able to go a day without it," she whispers in my ear.

"freaky," i say but it comes out as a half gasp when she starts to nibble on my ear.

"I saw you staring at my arms today," she whispers in my ear.

"I never can't," I tell her. "they're just perfect, you know?"

"no," she teases, "I don't. why don't you tell me?"

"the way that they flex when you do literally anything," she moves her hand down my body while kissing my neck. "the veins," I gasp. "the way that it looks when you have your hand between my thighs."

she slips her hand under my pants and whispers, "like this?"

"y-yes," I gasp as she slips her hand under my panties.

"what next?" she whispers.

"you go lower," I tell her.

she moves her hand lower until her fingers are at my opening. "now what?"

"you fuck me with your fingers," I whisper. "as hard as you fucking can. until your wrists hurt so bad that you can't even pick up a pen."

"alright," she whispers.

she sticks two fingers inside of me and I arch my back.

"like this?" she asks.

"yes," I gasp. "now thrust them in and out of me as hard as you can."

"anything for you," she whispers.

she starts to move her fingers in and out of me at a quick pace.

I throw my head back at the feeling.

"no, lill," she whispers. "look at my arm, if you love it so much."

I stare down at her flexing arm and about come then and there. "fuck you're so hot," I state.